Angel

Don't wanna be the angel like my momma said I was
Don't wanna be the angel like my momma said I was
Spend all my time on being nice
End up the streets fed by the lies of those
With bigger wings than me
I came to see, this wasn't me

One day the angel became a punk
One day the angel became a punk
No more quiet no more lame
Working out who was to blame
I burnt my wings cuz they didn't help me fly
I came to see the real me

And we fight the shit we get fed
And we fight the shit we get fed
And the 1-2-3-4s opened the doors
And we fight the shit we get fed

Don't wanna be the angel like my momma said I was
Don't wanna be the angel like my momma said I was
Cuz angels can't raise their fists in the air



Credits
Writer(s): Willia Van Houdt
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